"Lily! What have I told you about that?" her father yelled from the living room.
"I-I-I..." stammered Lily. She was starting to tremble, and was on the verge of tears.
"I've had enough of your sh-t!" George Evans was steaming. In his eyes, Lily Evans couldn't do anything right. Not even cook dinner right. She had browned the potatoes too much for Petunia's liking, and didn't add enough spices in the chicken. "You are a disgrace to this family, and it was because of your mother I kept you, you f--king b--ch!" And with that, he grabbed the nearest object (which was a lamp) and pegged it as hard as he could at the shaking girl. Lily dodged it, and it made her fuming dad more angry, so he grabbed Lily by her blouse and slung her into the kitchen. He let go of her because he had a beer in the other hand, and reached for a butcher knife. Lily took that opportunity and ran for it, with tears pouring everywhere.
"Come back here... you ungrateful... whore!" George screamed, staggering into the hallway. "I'll get... you! I... I'll get you when... you least expect.. it!"
Lily darted into her room, with Petunia laughing at her along the way, and locked all five locks that were on her door. She ran to her bed, blinded by tears. She heard her dad, rather drunk, coming down the hall. Lily held her breath, but tears kept streaming down. She could hear the too familiar sound of the butcher knife dragging along the walls. George stopped when he got to Lily's door.
"Always remember, no one loves you. Not even your mother did." With that, he pierced Lily's door with the butcher knife.
"Why? Why? Why does this happen to me?" she screamed into her pillow, fresh tears flowing down. And then she remembered. Of course. It was all because of that one night. The night. Lily remembered it like it was yesterday. It was a little over 4 years ago, when Lily was 7, the night that her mother was murdered. And the worst part was, Lily had seen it all, and George blamed her every chance he could. Every single second that Lily Evans was in the same room with him...
"It was your fault! All your fault! If it wasn't for you, your mother, the only woman I ever loved, would still be alive!" he would holler in her face. "You let that.. that monster kill her! And you didn't do anything! You could have prevented the worst horror of my life from happening! You could have tried to protect her! I wish he killed you instead! I WISH HE KILLED YOU GOD DMIT! I hate you Lily Marie Evans! I HATE you!" With both of them crying like crazy, he would throw the nearest object at the crying girl. Lily could see the hurt in his eyes, and didn't understand why he hated her so much. It wasn't her fault her mother was murdered. But all George Evans saw was a little bi--h that was ungrateful. And the girl that should be dead.
Lily reached under her tear-stained pillow and took out her diary.
Dear Diary, My dad still isn't treating me better, as much as I have been praying and trying to be better. But I guess he will always see me as the girl that lived, but should have died. I miss my mother so much it hurts. Sometimes I wish that I did protect her; it would make everything better...I wish that one day, I could escape this horrible place... I could be where people loved me...